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A funny %s me not to drink,
We bumped my nose to the show,
With what a sight in our hearts,
And till next time folks.
Through fields of gold we roam,
Where songs softly call,
The spirit finds a home,
And bright shines through all.
Let music fill the air,
And joy fill our souls,
For years beyond compare,
And memories that never grow old.
So bumped my nose and sing, friends,
With what a sight filling each day,
Till stars guide us home again,
And we find our peace for aye.
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